- Messages
- 56
- OOC First Name
- Brad
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single (Looking)
- Sexual Orientation
- Homosexual
- Wand
- 10 in. English Oak with Unicorn Hair Core
- Age
- 35
Soren had moved the last box into his studio apartment and plopped down on the couch. It was exhausting moving things with or without magic and so he sat staring out the window as he let his mind wander the space. It had been time for a change and a change of scenery. His friends did not really understand but given that his dad had finally passed away, there was nothing left for him in Seattle. He had spent the last several months getting his childhood home packed up and on the market and so with that in his review mirror he had planned a fresh start. A new adventure, somewhere new. He did think of going to Europe for a beat but found that the European escape was somewhat expected and dated. So as he contemplated places to go he found that he was drawn to New Zealand.
The country was exotic, at least to him, and somewhere he had never thought to go before recently. It had several magical communities so that was something to look forward to. More importantly, it was beautiful and had just the right amount of potential that it was a given. He had found a great deal on a flat near Obsidian Harbor which meant he was close to town but not so close that he would feel overwhelmed by the hustle and bustle. It was a quick flick of the wand and he would be able to get home or to the office once he had found a job. He would scour the prophet for potential job posting once he settled into his new place. The galleons from the sale of his family home would tide him over for a little bit to give him plenty of time to explore.
After he changed into a fresh pair of clothes, he decided to head into the Harbor for a quick bite to eat and maybe walk around a bit. The Harbor was lively with activity and so it was not hard to find a place to eat. Soren went with the Cauldron and choose the fish and chips which was as good as he had expected. Not so filling that it hurt but filling enough to prevent late-night trips to the fridge. His waistline would thank him for that when he jumped on the scale again. After he had his fill, he made his way back onto the cobble street where he slowly made his way up and down the rows of shops.
He peeked into a few of them, choosing to restock on one thing or another. The typical magical item that he felt he might need or was low on. Several small bags hung lazily from his hands as his hand free hand rested in his pocket. He was so wrapped up in all of the sights and sounds that he accidentally bumped into someone causing him to drop his bags. Nothing broke, and he was quick to bend down to pick them up. “I am so sorry.” He said without looking at the stranger. He felt bad that he was not paying as close attention as he should of and felt the need to apologize a few more times. It was casual and breezy, something the stranger could easily brush off if they wanted.
@Erik Drage
The country was exotic, at least to him, and somewhere he had never thought to go before recently. It had several magical communities so that was something to look forward to. More importantly, it was beautiful and had just the right amount of potential that it was a given. He had found a great deal on a flat near Obsidian Harbor which meant he was close to town but not so close that he would feel overwhelmed by the hustle and bustle. It was a quick flick of the wand and he would be able to get home or to the office once he had found a job. He would scour the prophet for potential job posting once he settled into his new place. The galleons from the sale of his family home would tide him over for a little bit to give him plenty of time to explore.
After he changed into a fresh pair of clothes, he decided to head into the Harbor for a quick bite to eat and maybe walk around a bit. The Harbor was lively with activity and so it was not hard to find a place to eat. Soren went with the Cauldron and choose the fish and chips which was as good as he had expected. Not so filling that it hurt but filling enough to prevent late-night trips to the fridge. His waistline would thank him for that when he jumped on the scale again. After he had his fill, he made his way back onto the cobble street where he slowly made his way up and down the rows of shops.
He peeked into a few of them, choosing to restock on one thing or another. The typical magical item that he felt he might need or was low on. Several small bags hung lazily from his hands as his hand free hand rested in his pocket. He was so wrapped up in all of the sights and sounds that he accidentally bumped into someone causing him to drop his bags. Nothing broke, and he was quick to bend down to pick them up. “I am so sorry.” He said without looking at the stranger. He felt bad that he was not paying as close attention as he should of and felt the need to apologize a few more times. It was casual and breezy, something the stranger could easily brush off if they wanted.
@Erik Drage
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